"Him would like to walk, him's legs is so 'tiff," said Baby.
Your aunt and I had a tiff the last time we met, and that was some months ago.
Then a tiff ensues, but it is mostly made up of menacing screeches.
We had a tiff, and he went off to Monte, all on his little lone.
You remind me more and more every day, Tiff, of that dear delightful old Baden-Baden.
The fact ...